Sheng Jianan has a mild case of mysophobia. Not even his closest friends have ever been able to lean on him so unkept.
But now, for some reason, Sheng Jianan didn't want to push Tang Yanqi away at all. Her act of throwing herself into his arms instantly changed his previously stern face, and he wrapped his arms around Tang Yanqi, resting his chin on her head. He clearly wanted to say something tender, but the words turned into, "So passionate? Missed me, huh?"
The upward lilt at the end of his sentence, especially the final "huh?", was full of teasing, sounding so ambiguous, especially in a place like the bathroom.
But Tang Yanqi didn't care about any of this. She just wanted some warmth, and she rubbed her head slightly in Sheng Jianan's embrace, a small action that filled Sheng Jianan with an indescribable comfort.
His gaze softened and softened again as he affectionately reached out to stroke Tang Yanqi's long hair, coaxing her gently, "Be good, take a shower first."
